You might not want to let it all hang out,” Heather cautioned with a giggle.I went into the garage and got the yard tools. It still somewhat early, ...bout 8 am, so I started by pulling weeds. Unfortunately, one of Heather’s neighbors was outside lying on a lounge chair. It appeared to be a girl of about eighteen, working on her tan and wearing a floral print bikini. At first, I tried to squat to pull weeds, but discovered that that caused the robe to open in the front, and resorted to kneeling. "Then what do you want me to do?" He asked maliciously, making me to beg for the one thing to exclude the other one."Please fuck my cunt." I was shivering while I spoke this out under threat of getting it into my rear tight hole."Are you really sure, you will like it there?" The bastard asked once more, adding another finger in my asshole.It felt already painful with two fingers only and then I insisted begging:"Please, please, do it in my wet pussy. I want it there." I am not yet convinced. I slowly made my way up the carpet, giving high-fives, signingautographs, answering the press's questions and meeting othercelebrities. Of course, this party wasn't the biggest in Sydney so thegrade of celebrity wasn't the top. No Elle Macpherson and Hugh Jackman,more like Libby from 'Neighbours' and some really cute guy from somemanufactured band. Tyler kept his distance but was never too far away.I'd often give him nervous glances and he'd smile back. He was such agreat help. I finally made. The situation turned serious. For me it was a fifty-fifty chance that Chucks would bring back the right beer, for this man he didn’t believe it could be done. Chucks came running up and wagging his tail. The yells from the front let it be known that Chucks had gotten into the cooler and dug into the layers of ice and got the beer as required. The yells and cheers from the back was that he had arrived and delivered the beer. Numchucks proudly walked up to me and sat before me wagging his tail. I.